Contract And Marriage

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Sarina

“Hi, have you been here long?” I asked with a smile as I approached him.

“Where have you been?” he asked, making me crease my forehead and stop from sitting beside him. Is he angry? Why?

“Just outside, I got hungry, so I went out,” I replied, which made him frown.

“Where did you eat?” he continued asking, making me sigh.

“I ate in a ramen shop nearby; why are you asking so many questions?”

“Do you have money?” Oh yeah, I didn’t ask him for that, so he must have thought I got it from someone.

“Huh? No,” I said, but he pulled me before I could explain further. It was quite strong, making me fall hard onto his lap. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, glaring at him, but his expression remained the same, without a hint of a smile. I was sitting sideways on his thighs, and his frown deepened when I looked at him.

“Who were you with?” Our eyes met, and I didn’t know if I should feel scared. I know he wouldn’t do anything to harm me, but the way he looked at me was like someone who was seeing red.

“Jason!” I quickly replied. There’s no reason to hide it from him because we didn’t do anything wrong.

“And you’re proud about it?” I wasn’t proud; I was just stating a fact. Why did it sound like that to him?

“What are you talking about, Maximus? You asked who I was with, so I answered. And why are you so hot-headed? Did something bad happen while meeting your friends, and you want to take it out on me?” I asked continuously.

“Taking it out? Is that what you think?” he asked angrily. I couldn’t understand if he was jealous because I was with Jason or what. But most likely not, because only someone in love gets jealous. He probably thought something had happened between me and my ex. He might think I was cheating on him.

“What is it? You were fine when you left our room and came back frowning like that?” I answered before feeling his grip tighten on my waist. “And you’re hurting me, what’s wrong?” I tried to remove his hand, but I couldn’t. It loosened a bit, but not enough for me to break free.

“You are fucking mine, Sarina. No one can take you away from me.” My eyes widened at his words, and whatever I wanted to say to him lost meaning after he held my chin with one hand and sealed my mouth with his. So, he did think something happened between Jason and me? Is that how he thinks of me?Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I struggled to break free from him since I was angry because I didn’t like what he was doing. With all the times we’ve been together, how could he think such a thing? His kiss was punishing, but I knew I hadn’t done anything to make him angry. If it was because of Jason, I was sure we didn’t do anything but eat. My conscience was clean, and I didn’t deserve the way he was claiming my lips and his rough caresses on my body. He was too brusque.

I kept pushing him to get a chance to get away from him, but his hold was firm. His mouth and the way he was sucking on my lips were intense. I knew his name was Maximus, not Zilong, so I wondered how he made me feel if “my whole body is a weak spot.” I realized that no matter how or what way this pervert claimed me, my knees melted.

I knew this was different with all the times we’ve been together. There was a mix of anger, but why? My anger slowly disappeared, even with the way he was claiming me. Was it because of the pleasure? Shit! Am I becoming a pervert, too? No, it’s not because I’m a pervert; I don’t feel this way with other men, only with him.

Maximus lifted my crop top before cupping one of my breasts with one hand, making me arch my back. Fortunately, he still held my waist from behind, so I didn’t fall.

My hands, which were pushing him, were now wrapped around his neck while the other was pulling his hair, trying to bring his head closer so he wouldn’t stop kissing my neck.

He finally removed my top along with my bra, and his mouth and tongue feasted on my nipples, alternating between licking and sucking. Slowly, I felt one of his hands move down my abdomen to my legs, and then he pulled down my skirt. I used to love skirts, but now I love wearing them even more after that time that Lisa caught us in the condo’s living room.

I was soaking wet below, and I knew my husband knew that too. “Does anyone else make you this wet, Sarina?” he asked while looking into my eyes and playing with my clit.

I was sure my eyes were glazed over with pleasure at this moment, but his gaze remained the same as when I arrived. The pervert was really angry at me. “No one, only you, Maximus.” That was the truth; I didn’t need to hide it from him. Besides, these conversations excite me more.

I saw him smile, but it quickly disappeared before he continued fingering me. He was getting faster, and I felt like I was about to come, so I clung to his neck and caressed his cheek, something I usually did when I was in this state. My eyes rolled back, and, “Ahh… Maximus, I’m about to cum..”

Once more, he sucked on my lower lip, and I did the same to his upper lip, then I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I initiated it because he usually did it. Our lips parted to catch some air while his fingers continued doing their job. “Oh… Maximus, do it faster, please…” I pleaded. I never felt ashamed when it came to asking him for good sex. Anyway, even if I didn’t ask, he would still give me it.

Shit, I was about to cum, which made me feel even more aroused, and I felt his fingers moving faster inside me, so I spread my legs wider.

As he continued thrusting his two fingers inside me rapidly, I arched my back, legs spread wide, clinging tightly to Maximus as I closed my eyes and moaned, “Maximus… I’m cumming..” I opened my eyes and found him looking at my pussy. If I were my old self, I wouldn’t want to know how I look now.

“Really?” he asked, stopping what he was doing, making me open my eyes and meet his gaze.

“What?” I asked, still not fully coherent, before he laid me on the couch.

“I’m hungry, I’ll go eat outside,” he said, standing up. He looked at me before putting the fingers he used to pleasure me earlier into his mouth and sucking them. My eyes widened, but when I realized what he had done to me, I yelled,

“Maximus!! You bastard! You just left me hanging!!!” Then he walked towards our bedroom, laughing while I fumed in frustration and with an unfulfilled desire.